This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 Excerpt: ...exercised for good or ill. You 've your boot now on my hearth-rug, tread what was a tiger's skin: Rarely such a royal monster as I lodged ...Read MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 Excerpt: ...exercised for good or ill. You 've your boot now on my hearth-rug, tread what was a tiger's skin: Rarely such a royal monster as I lodged the bullet in! True, he murdered half a village, so his own death came to pass; Still, for size and beauty, cunning, courage--ah, the brute he was! Why, that Clive, --that youth, that greenhorn, that quill-driving clerk, in fine, --He sustained a siege in Arcot.... But the world knows! Pass the wine. 40 Where did I break off at? How bring Clive in? Oh, you mentioned " fear "! Just so: and, said I, that minds me of a story you shall hear. We were friends then, Clive and I: so, when the clouds, about the orb Late supreme, encroaching slowly, surely, threatened to absorb Ray by ray its noontide brilliance, --friendship might, with steadier eye Drawing near, bear what had burned else, now no blaze--all majesty. Too much bee's-wing floats my figure? Well, suppose a castle's new: None presume to climb its ramparts, none find foothold sure for shoe 'Twixt those squares and squares of granite plating the impervious pile As his scale-mail's warty iron cuirasses a crocodile. 50 Reels that castle thunder-smitten, storm-dismantled? From without Scrambling up by crack and crevice, every cockney prates about Towers--the heap he kicks now! turrets--just the measure of his cane! Will that do? Observe moreover--(same similitude again)--Such a castle seldom crumbles by sheer stress of cannonade: 'T is when foes are foiled and fighting's finished that vile rains invade, Grass o'ergrows, o'ergrows till night-birds congregating find no holes Fit to build in like the topmost sockets made for bannerpoles. So Clive crumbled slow in London--crashed at last. A week before, Dining with him, --after trying churchyard-chat of days of yore, --60 ...Read Less
Good + No DJ. 12mo = 7-9" 435pp. Volume 1 ONLY. Contains Pauline, Paracelsus, Pippa, Passes, etc. Riverside Press, Cambridge. Red cloth covers are soiled, some water staining on bottom of back cover, bottom of spine has tear. Hinges are shaken, but free of cracks.
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